"You have seen nothing yet."  He chuckles and nods at her assuredly. "My house is surrounded by tree's, specifically pine tree's." He keeps driving coming up to a farm house on a field but covered in trees that ran the perimeter of the field. "Oak tree's right here.  You probably only ever see them in furniture.  This is what they look like up close." He slows down and creeps by it, the house surrounded by a few dozen tree's, some 30 or 40 feet tall. "I have some this size by my house." He pulls away, then turns the corner heading right.  They pass by farmland then forest switching randomly between them for some time.